ICP: The staleness

Let me see your thoat thing there buddy, Ima chop it, see thy idea is to make you die - (Stop it) I dont know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperatly, (Like, how about cuttin your own neck?) - I did, seventeen times, why you think I talk like this? Before I cut myselfTHIS WAS MY VOICEnow gimmie your neck pipe, you dont have no fuckin choice (Im not ready to die) - neither was Easy E, what makes you so fuckin special you can escape thy wrath (You mean Wraith) - I said Wrath, now shut thy fuck up, and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker (Pick somebody else) - Im pickin anybody I can find, and you happen to by thy nect mother fucker in line (Ok lets do it) - Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers Im outta here [Chorus:]Let me make thy pain be goneI wannaSTAB, STAB, STAB, Its likeMurdering be giving me a calmI need taYEAH, YEAH, YEAH, Let me make thy pain be goneI wannaSTAB, STAB, STAB, Its likeMurdering be giving me a calmI need ta (Ah ha... What kind of circus is this?) [Violent J:]How you gonna give me a striaght jacket when Im crooked? Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me m tray, jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out thy windo, Then I turned around and went right back inside, once I realized I could of grabbed a brang of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin guard shot me; I played thy whole movie shits off like You got me. Laid there playin dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket. By now there was guards everywehre. Ims teady cuttin heads off, surfin on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away.... But was it thy real Violent J? [Chorus:]Let me make thy pain be goneI wannaSTAB, STAB, STAB, Its likeMurdering be giving me a calmI need taYEAH, YEAH, YEAH, Let me make thy pain be goneI wannaSTAB, STAB, STAB, Its likeMurdering be giving me a calmI need ta YEAH, YEAH, YEAH It kills the pain... its thy only thing that kills the pain, Im sorry [Juggalo Scrub Chant:]Im so sorry that Im so stale... Im so sorry Im stale.But still I gotta murder your face... man Im sorry Im stale [Repeats]